Here’s the beginning of a brilliant post by an American doctor, Jordan Grumet, who blogs over at In My Humble Opinion. Do follow the link at the end and read the rest.
Two weeks ago I told a man that he was dying. We sat together in the mid afternoon haze. Puffs of snow meandered by the hospital window and wended their way down to the ground. The sun was lost behind winter’s never ending clouds.
The tempo of my voice was steady, lacking variation in tenor and pitch. I clung to my lab coat as if I was floating outside the window and being blasted by the inclement conditions.
I waited coldly for a response. At first, he stared at me quizzically. His eyes asked so many questions but his lips remained still. He shook his head and sighed. I glanced above him at the ticking clock.
You’re wrong. It’s not my time yet!
Read the rest here.